High Above the Tree Line We Pass Out.
So, it has been a few days since I have posted. I have had a lot to say but no time to say them. And now that I have a chance to write, I am too distracted by the beautiful weather outside. It is a gorgeous, pre-spring-teaser kind of day. Spirits are always high in the spring, and I hate to admit that I am really no different than anyone else in this situation. I don’t want to be at work anymore than anyone else.
It’s not about hating work is it? No of course not, preposterous. But there is something that just feels so right about not giving your all on a day like this. Mother nature wanted me to be outside. It’s like Ferris Bueller, and we all secretly want to skirt our responsibilities and go on an adventure out there in the sun and breeze. But we can’t, we’re all saps with jobs who have some twisted sense of propriety that keeps us staring at a grey cubicle wall as opposed to a sunny field or at the very least a sunny window.
You know what I recommend? Fucking it, peacing out early, kicking on some awesome tunes and taking a drive. Gas prices are down again, why the hell not? And if your boss gets mad, tell him he should probably hit the links while it isn’t raining. Enjoy today people, because soon it will be too damn hot to go outside anyway.
I agree, let’s go!